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Mar 2018
Awakened to
about four inches
on the ground, finally.
Sun just rising,
birds celebrating
a little warmth,
everything white
and gleaming.
Life of a snowflake:
evaporate, condensate
crystallize into
a million beautiful forms,
melt and begin again.
Never destroyed.
Aren’t we all
just like this
no matter our opinions.
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
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